DON'T BE AFRAID TO BE SEXY MOST OF ALL DON'T BE AFRAID TO TELL HIM HOW YOU FEEL
The Crush Of Seduction/If Only He knew What She Was Thinking
The Crush Of Seduction/If Only He knew What She Was Thinking
I have a crush on him
I want to love him
Silently I think… daydreaming about how I want to make love to him
But what if I told him……………………………………
That, yes I am a lady and I do walk gracefully in the sun
Smiling and kicking my heels, you know all in fun
Only can he see that I am making footsteps in a sensual direction
Releasing all of my inhibitions
~~~~~~~~Let me say it like this~~~~~~~~
That I melt slowly under the moon
That I cry at the site of the sun, moan at the site of the moon
Because I know that he will be passing by real soon
So should I just tell him………………………
That is, so that I can spend the rest of my day next to him
Close enough to feel him
I want to be the sweat
That drips down his chest
That lands in that little spot just between his balls
I want to rest there, just curl up into a comfy little ball
I want to be the motion that makes his dick rise
The anticipation of him, the separation between my thighs
The moment that welcomes him in
I want to be the within
Once he is in
I want to be the sensation of his penetration
I want to be nothing to him but utter satisfaction
Damn I want to fuck him…………
You see I need to be his need
The reason he makes love to me
His ultimate fantasy
I want him to put me first
For I and only I can quench his thirst
I want to catch every drip of him
In my hand…on the tip of my tongue………… saving him
Oh how I can I taste his essence…… yes him so damn filling
wow even the FDA can't dispute the facts in this truth
I want to be the reason why he will never ever dehydrate
A reason he will never ever have to masturbate
Damn I really need him to fuck me………………………………………
Yes right now in the middle of my poetry
I want water to build up from my ocean's floor
And just before, and yes I mean just before
He gives me his life jacket I want him to toss me back into his river of ecstasy
Watching me as I began drowning and just before he jumps right in to save me
I want to become breathless on the edge of eternity
As he breathes life back into me
Pounding and thrusting as water gushes from my every opening
I want his energy to fuel inside of me
Turning me into his protein
Damn I need him to fuck me………………………….
Slowly
Gently
Roughly
98.6 degrees
Of him dripping into me
Completing me
I want to wear him like my favorite pair of panties
I want to see him in my eyes starring back at me
I want him to wonder what I am like
What I feel like
What I taste like
I want him to sample me in his morning coffee
Slowly stirring me
Then sipping me slowly
I want to be his, "Ohh damn girl"
His cinnamon flavor swirl
Only for now fuck love
I want him to add the cream, lots and lots of
So that it runs over the side of his cup
As I lick not allowing a drop to go to waste
Umm begging for just another taste
I want to slide my hands through his locks
Then I want to bite his socks
As he moans in anticipation
Preparing for the ultimate satisfaction
I want to be the sure
In his pleasure
The seconds just before he cums
The moment he cums
I want to be all those things that make him happy
I just want to be me
His sexy fantasy
Then I want him to punish me gently
For allowing him to fuck me
Then and only then do I want him to make love to me
By Jacqueline E. Price
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You say that you have a need to be free
Then never ever lie to me
So you say that there is truth in justice
Poetic justice
So in order to be totally free
You must only justify truth to me
For it will speak for it self through me
Well before you can set yourself free
Please allow me
To tell you about me
Allow me to introduce my self…………..
I am a woman in every sense of the word in every way imaginable
in every way pleasurable
which makes me even more desirable
I am a finish product made by my Father's hand
From the purest clay of the Motherland
I am here to be your Wife, Lover
Your Sister, Mother
I was made to love you
And that is why I love you
So if you truly want me
Your must release and set yourself free
So never ever lie to me
In truth just simply love me
You see there is truth in justice
Poetic justice
so in order to be totally free
you must only justify truth to me
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So if you want me come and get me
if you want the best then by all
Means have me
For, the best is all that I have left to give.
Jacqueline E. Price
©Copyright 2004 Freedom Poetic Justice ( Reflections The View From MY Window)
SHORT STORIES AND EXPRESSION/A SAMPLE OF SOME OF MY WORKS
Humanity is this:
Its 1909 in Jackson Mississippi on a cool October morning a white man (for the sake of this ironic moment let me call him Mr. Lynch). Mr. Lynch arose that Saturday morning did his usual put on his favorite overhauls and his BLACK high-water boots headed to the kitchen table to read his the news paper passing the time as his wife Martha prepared breakfast using their Victorian Wood Stove. While reading the story of the Grand Isle's Hurricane that hit Jackson Mississippi on September 21, 1909 he mumbles under his breath, "those poor people lost everything their lives, their homes sad Martha isn't it just sad".
His daughter came into the kitchen she jumped into her Daddy's lap and he began to showers her with hugs and kisses and asked of her, "Did you say your prayers this morning you know you have to thank God for life everyday sweetheart"? She answered, "Yes Daddy I did as you have always taught me" then she kissed his cheek and went to sit in her favorite chair facing the window so that she could see the oak tree her Daddy had planted for her when she was just a few days old now 10 the tree had grown.
Mr. Lynch had breakfast with his family then he kissed his wife goodbye put on his BLACK Panama hat and off he went to start his Saturday morning the same as he did any other, He got into his BLACK 1909 Ford Model T car (BLACK appeared to have been his favorite color) thinking what a blessings it was to have a car how he must have be the envy of all men, (the sugarcane business had its perks). He smiled whistling and singing a tune written by Edward Madden and Gus Edwards (The Light of The Silvery Moon) he began to sing, "by the light of the silvery moon I want to spoon to my honey I will crooned loves tune honey moon keep a shining in June your silvery beams will bring loves dreams we will be cuddling soon" (a rather steamy song for its time and yes a very beautiful one) He just sung and whistled his way down the road until he was distracted by a BLACK dog that had run from the woods smack dead into the middle of road.
Mr. Lynch who had just recovered his car from swerving into the middle of the road almost hitting a tree as a result of this BLACK dog running in front of his car grasped his chest, removed his hat from his head got out of his car then sighed a breath of air happy that the dog was okay, as the dog ran up to him he petted the dog's head smiling he said, "Your alright boy now run along". He got back into his car and along the dirt road trail he drove continuing until he had approached his destination. His destination was monumental by an old BLACK cherry tree, one of the tallest tress in the woods it was used to mark the spot.
Finally he was at his Saturday morning destination, but before I tell you where exactly that was let us take a moment and reflect back on Mr. Lynch he was a family man, husband, father, a praying man. He was a man who was caring enough to feel the pain of others who had suffered the results of a devastating hurricane, who cared enough to risk an accident and possibly his own life in order to not hit a dog who had wondered into the middle of the road. It appeared that it was safe to say that his favorite color may have been BLACK after all he owned a BLACK hat, BLACK car, BLACK high-water boots; and yes prevented running over a BLACK dog and his Saturday destination had been marked by a BLACK cherry tree. What a wonderful hearted man he appeared to be and even he thought that he was.
Irony:
Mr. Lynch got out of his car and walked along the muddy trail looking down at his BLACK high-water boots thinking how he would have to clean them before getting back into his car. He reached into his pocket pulled out a 14 foot woven rope wondering if it would be enough to complete his task. As he past the BLACK cherry tree he was cheered and summoned by a large group of other white men who had patiently awaited his arrival. Mr. Lynch looked over at a young BLACK boy who appeared to be no more then 16 as his body stood slumped over badly beaten and tortured only to be held up by a small rope that was used to tie him to the BLACK cherry tree he took the rope he had in his hand and began tying it into a noose and yelled out as the crowd cheered him on. "Let the fun began".
I will end the story of Mr. Lynch right there the IRONY of the story speaks for its self, for all people who are feeling exactly what I am feeling right now but mostly to countless African Americans who have lost so much to the pure irony of the goodness of humanity.
As I was writing this piece I was moved to tears the muse was, one night I was listening to my MP3 player to a play list I labeled Freedom Music it consist of several songs but one in particular Donny Hathaway's Someday We'll All Be Free the production alone grabbed at my soul and oh the lyrics, this song has always moved me even when Regina Bells did her rendition of it, its just a very moving song. When I listen I can see the faces of so many who fought for the rights of African American people and it also serves as a reminder to me that I am here, that I have a purpose that every step I take, every breath I make, and yes every piece I write pays homage to those who paved the way for me.
Most of all this was not to incite anger but simply it was written because it's a part of me that I wanted to share there are those who have converse with me during my DPJ days and they know this side of me, for anyone who has taken the time to read this piece thank you no matter your race if you are an E-Racer of hatred and violence know that we each play a role in making our Universe a much nicer place for ALL to exist.
Peace, love and many blessings
Jacqueline E. Price
By Jacqueline E. Price ©Copyright 2006 All Rights Reserved (The Irony of Humanity)
